 | John Reed - 1997 - 528 pages
...Quit, oh quit this mortal frame; Trembling, hoping, lingering, flying, Oh the pain, the bliss of dying! Cease, fond Nature, cease thy strife, And let me languish...draws my breath? Tell me, my Soul, can this be Death? The world recedes, it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes, my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend,... | |
 | Robert Atwan, Laurance Wieder - 2000 - 514 pages
...Quit, oh quit this mortal frame: Trembling, hoping, lingering, flying, Oh the pain, the bliss of dying! Cease, fond nature, cease thy strife, And let me languish...draws my breath? Tell me, my soul, can this be death? The world recedes; it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend,... | |
 | 1984 - 266 pages
...his eyes and slumbers, then opens them again; and if he be a Christian, I can fancy that he will say: Hark! they whisper: angels say, Sister spirit, come...quite— Steals my senses— shuts my sight— Drowns my spirit— draws my breath? Tell me, my soul, can this be death? We know not when he is dying. One gentle... | |
 | Geoffrey O'Brien, Billy Collins - 2007 - 778 pages
...cease thy strife, And let me languish into life. THE CYCLES Hark! they whisper; Angels say, OF LIFE Sister Spirit, come away. What is this absorbs me...draws my breath? Tell me, my Soul, can this be Death? The world recedes; it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend,... | |
 | 136 pages
...Quit, oh, quit this mortal frame! Trembling, hoping, lingering, flyingOh, the pain, the bliss of dying! Cease, fond nature, cease thy strife, And let me languish...quite, Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my Spirit, draws my breath! Tell me, my Soul! can this be death? The world recedes - it disappears; Heaven... | |
 | Rick James - 2009
...oh, quit, this mortal frame! Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying, Oh, the pain, the bliss of dying! Cease, fond Nature, cease thy strife, And let me languish...draws my breath? Tell me, my Soul! can this be Death? As the poem doesn't make me nauseated, psychotic or depressed, we can safely assume that the author... | |
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The world recedes; it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave ! where is thy victory ? O Death! where is thy sting? 
